LOGINELLE's POV
“What?” I blurted out in shock. Everything was taking a really sharp turn and I couldn't help but wonder if I was dreaming. “I know this is a lot and I'm sorry for adding that last part in but I can't hold it in anymore, Elle. I'm in love with you and I want nothing more than to have you for the rest of my life. You can take as long as you want to process everything, I'll be right here waiting for you no matter how long” He assured with a genuine smile. How was this happening? I was expecting everything else but this… a marriage proposal?! To think that I got divorced yesterday to be asked for marriage today. How ironic! “Last night…” I was beginning to say when he cut me off. “Yes, last night was all my fault. I was so sad about my grandfather's passing that I drank too much and we got intimate. It was not my intention but I don't regret it either, Elle. I had the best night except I was too drunk to remember much about it” he chuckled but dimmed it down when he noticed I was not smiling. “I need to use the restroom, excuse me” I said and made my way out of the office. I went to the restroom, I just needed some time to exhale and think or I might just go crazy. I felt bad that while he was grieving last night, I had plotted to deceive him. Ben… I mean Raymond had never done anything bad to me, his only problem was that I was married and in love with Richard. I was ready to do anything to save my marriage that I didn't think toying with his feelings would hurt him. No, I have to tell him the truth. His intentions were pure and genuine and I knew any girl would be happy to marry him, but if I truly wanted to give him a chance, I can't begin our foundation with lies. I will be honest with him and be ready for whatever reaction I would receive, if he would still have me then… I washed my hands and stepped out of the restroom with the determination to tell him everything and damn the consequences. But I was immediately blocked by Richard who pulled me to a corner with urgency. “Stupid woman! Did you not know the manager was the young CEO? Huh? How could you entangle yourself with him and try to deceive him? I don't want to get fired because of your foolishness or I'm going to make your life hell” he threatened angrily. I looked at his agitated face and chuckled, “You are asking how when you are the one who pushed me to accept his advances? Now it's all my fault right? Pathetic!” I was angry more at myself than anyone else. How did I let myself get pulled into this mess all because of love? I was so desperate that I didn't see what a walking red flag I had married. “How dare you insult me? I see that sleeping with the CEO has made you gutsy. Do you think if you tell him the truth he will forgive you and accept you with open arms? Stop being delusional! I heard the young CEO is a no nonsense man regardless of how calm he looks. You will be lucky if he doesn't get you arrested after kicking you out of his company” He barked bitterly. I hissed, having had enough of his talking, “As long as you will be going down with me then I don't care” I knew he was seething with anger but I eyed him dismissively and made to leave. I just had to be honest with him, even if I will be implicated. That was the difference between me and my ex husband. “Don’t you dare walk away from me, Elle” Richard reached for my hand and roughly pulled me back. In that moment before I could react, footsteps approached us and a familiar face came to view. It was Raymond. “What is going on here?” he asked in a cool but intimidating voice while staring hard at Richard. Richard withdrew his hold on me in an instant and spoke up in a slightly shaky voice, “Oh it's nothing, we were just discussing some personal matter. Nothing serious at all, right Elle?” Raymond's gaze fell on me and it visibly softened or maybe I was imagining it, while I was lost for words he looked like he was searching my eyes for a reaction. I suddenly felt too open to him and I looked away, “Um… yeah, it's nothing” I spoke up too, trying to regain my composure. “I’ll be leaving now, I have some work to turn over” Richard said and tried to take his leave but Raymond stopped him by folding his hands and clearing his throat. Then he turned to me and asked with his face full of concern, “Are you okay, Elle? Did he do anything?” I was taken aback by his concern for me, the switch in countenance when he looks at me and when he looks at Richard was too big to miss. Just how much did he care for me to have such an effect on him? Richard never cared this much before in all our seven years of marriage. “No no, he didn't. I'm completely fine” I dismissed with a fake reassuring smile. I could see Richard's veins look like they were about to pop from gnashing his teeth from silent anger. It admittedly pleased me to see him so worked up about Raymond. Raymond nodded in understanding before turning back to Richard, “I was your manager for a while so I know the accounting department very well. This isn't the office break time so don't loiter around when there are tons of accounts to settle. Am I clear?” he asked, his hard looking face was back. “Y..yes Sir” Richard stammered with a hint of fear in his voice. He was always so fearless with me but seemed he had met his match. Richard left after sparing me one last glance, I thought I could see the disbelief in them that Raymond valued me this much. I don't blame him, I was still trying to get used to it too. “Are you ready to tell me what's really going on now?” Raymond asked me while taking my hands in his. “But I said it was nothing…” I tried to say but he cut me off. “I know it's not, I saw Richard pull your hand roughly. It's fine if you don't want to tell me, I will respect that and let you be. "His voice sounded sad as he turned to leave and I felt confused on what to do. After listening to Richard about the consequences of telling him the truth, a part of me was scared to do it because I didn't want to be arrested and sent to jail. But for how long could I keep the truth hidden? If he found out later, I knew it was going to be worse. I made up my mind after a few seconds of contemplation and stopped him from leaving, “I need to tell you something but not here in the office, I don't…” I was stopped from talking with his finger on my lips. “...Then let's get out of here” he said I was stunned by his decisiveness, “But what about work?” I asked. “I’m the CEO remember?” he smirked and his eyes flashed with a glint of mischievousness.ELLE The day Raymond opened his eyes felt unreal, almost dreamlike. I refused to leave him. I sat beside him, brushing my fingers over his hand every few minutes just to reassure myself that the life in him was real and not another cruel trick of hope. So when the door opened and two officers stepped in, their footsteps sharp and their expressions solemn, the fragile peace inside the room trembled. A male officer and a female officer stood in the doorway, both wearing that heavy, unreadable look that usually came before news no one wanted to hear. The female officer cleared her throat. “Mr. and Mrs. Orlando?” My heart tightened again. Fear was a habit my body could not unlearn overnight. “Yes,” I said quietly for both of us. I moved closer to Raymond, as if proximity alone could shield us from whatever came next. The officer nodded. “We came with an update regarding the suspects. Luckily, Melody Nelson and Evans Decker were both apprehended yesterday. They sustained a few inj
ELLE The officer burst out of the water, dragging Raymond with him. Raymond’s body was limp, soaked, and lifeless. Water streamed from his clothes, his hair, and his mouth. His skin was pale—too pale. His lips were tinged blue. They hauled him onto the ground. “BEGIN CPR!” an officer ordered immediately. “GO!” They started compressions on him—hard, fast, and forceful. There was nothing. "Again!" The offer yelled. Still, there was nothing. “Where’s the ambulance?!” “Two minutes out!” “Shit! Well, don't stop! Keep going!” They kept pushing. Breath. Compression. Breath. Compression. But Raymond didn’t move. His chest stayed still. His pulse didn’t return. One officer paused just long enough to exchange a grim, devastating look with another. “We’re losing him. Load him up, now!” They lifted him onto a stretcher. I screamed his name until my throat collapsed. The baby was rushed toward another ambulance. Officers swarmed around me, cutting the ropes from my wrists. B
ELLE The officer burst out of the water, dragging Raymond with him. Raymond’s body was limp, soaked, and lifeless. Water streamed from his clothes, his hair, and his mouth. His skin was pale—too pale. His lips were tinged blue. They hauled him onto the ground. “BEGIN CPR!” an officer ordered immediately. “GO!” They started compressions on him—hard, fast, and forceful. There was nothing. "Again!" The offer yelled. Still, there was nothing. “Where’s the ambulance?!” “Two minutes out!” “Shit! Well, don't stop! Keep going!” They kept pushing. Breath. Compression. Breath. Compression. But Raymond didn’t move. His chest stayed still. His pulse didn’t return. One officer paused just long enough to exchange a grim, devastating look with another. “We’re losing him. Load him up, now!” They lifted him onto a stretcher. I screamed his name until my throat collapsed. The baby was rushed toward another ambulance. Officers swarmed around me, cutting the ropes from my wrists. B
ELLE The officer burst out of the water, dragging Raymond with him. Raymond’s body was limp, soaked, and lifeless. Water streamed from his clothes, his hair, and his mouth. His skin was pale—too pale. His lips were tinged blue. They hauled him onto the ground. “BEGIN CPR!” an officer ordered immediately. “GO!” They started compressions on him—hard, fast, and forceful. There was nothing. "Again!" The offer yelled. Still, there was nothing. “Where’s the ambulance?!” “Two minutes out!” “Shit! Well, don't stop! Keep going!” They kept pushing. Breath. Compression. Breath. Compression. But Raymond didn’t move. His chest stayed still. His pulse didn’t return. One officer paused just long enough to exchange a grim, devastating look with another. “We’re losing him. Load him up, now!” They lifted him onto a stretcher. I screamed his name until my throat collapsed. The baby was rushed toward another ambulance. Officers swarmed around me, cutting the ropes from my wrists. B
ELLE I didn’t realize I was screaming until my throat felt sore. The sound coming out of me wasn’t human. It was raw. Shredded. Violent. It ripped through the dead, hollow water park like something dying in the dark. “RAYMOND!” I screamed his name again and again, until my voice broke so painfully it felt like something inside me snapped. But nothing I did… nothing I said… brought him back up. The water swallowed him whole. And his struggling… stopped. My heart clawed at my ribcage. “No, no, no, no…” Tears blurred everything. My vision shook. “Raymond, please… please move… please come up… please breathe…” I dragged my body forward even though the ropes cut deeper into my wrists, tearing skin. I didn’t care. I would have ripped my own arms off if it meant reaching him. But the world didn’t move. The water didn’t move. Raymond didn’t move. I felt something inside me collapse. Something so heavy I couldn’t breathe. Melody laughed. Actually laughed. A sharp, gleeful, insan
RAYMOND I hated the words I had said to Elle, hated myself for saying them. But I had my reasons. Besides, I was right. Watching Melody use our child to threaten Elle was the worst thing I had ever gone through. Then there was the moment when Elle stared at the baby. I was both made whole and broken. How could a mother be forced to go through such? For the first time, she got to see her child. But she was tied to a chair and couldn't touch her little one. Yet all that mattered to her was the fact that our little princess looked like us. That fleeting moment was the happiest I had seen Elle in months. I wished it wouldn't end. Wished she could hold her in her arms. Hold the child, we haven't given a name, so tight. While pregnant, Elle had asked us to wait till after she gave birth before we picked a name. And after our baby was snatched from us, I couldn't bring myself to ask her for the name she would've loved to give her. I mean, how could I? She was already broken, an







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